number one striker

Chapter 48

The big cross's goal brought the score back to a tie and also helped the Red and White Allen players stabilize their emotions.For the rest of the first half, the two teams failed to make waves again, and the game entered the intermission.

Uk doesn't have too many demands on the players. Facing the top team, it's not bad to be able to draw.The team's tactic in the second half is to win steadily. If you can't score another goal, don't concede another goal.

In the dressing room of the visiting team, Freiburg coach Robin Dutt made the opposite strategic deployment.

"From the perspective of the scene, we are at a disadvantage in almost every game. No matter whether the opponent is at the top or bottom, we always play a little conservatively. If things go on like this, everyone seems to have forgotten that we are the one who scored the most goals now." Dutt looked around, and the players were listening carefully.

"So in the second half, we have to catch the opponent by surprise. Muhammadou!"

The Cameroonian whose name was called raised his head, showing his white teeth.

"There will be a steady flow of crosses falling on you in the second half, don't miss your chance."

"Ok!"

At the end of the intermission, Caesar walked out of the player tunnel.He disapproved of Uke's tactics, and being too conservative would only kill him.But Red and White Allen has become accustomed to the mentality of being rich and safe. Even if the team has a chance to upgrade now, they only dare to think about it in their hearts, but dare not say it.

Although Freiburg is stronger than Red and White Allen, it is not invincible.If he can't even beat a second-tier team, what qualifications does he have to compete for a higher-level championship, or even the Golden Globe Award?

Hrubesch yawned fiercely in the stands. This game was too boring, with meaningless passes and mistakes for most of the time. The only thing to watch was the funny goal of the home team.

Hrubesch still hasn't remembered Red and White Allen's name.

"Let's go after watching the second half. It's a bit too cold here. My old bones are protesting to me." Hrubesch muttered, and Pezzaioli bought another cup of coffee from somewhere.

"Do you want?"

Between the cold and the bad drink, Hrubesch finally chose the bad drink.

"Uh" he grinned, but he felt a little warmer.

Jimmy Kohler ran out to smoke, but accidentally burned a hole in his coat, and hurried in after extinguishing it.

"It's already started." He looked at the time, and the pointer passed 2 minutes.

"I haven't missed anything, have I?" he said to Hammett, pushing forward.

As a result, Hammit pointed to the score board, and Jimmy Kohler squinted and looked over, damn it!Why did you lose the ball again?

Caesar stood on the midfield line with his hips akimbo, scratching his scalp helplessly.

Who can blame this ball?

Freiburg invested a lot of troops in the first attack. For a while, there was no defender around Kaiser to stop him from counterattacking, which made him eager to try.

Hurry up and break the ball!
Leave it to me to launch a counterattack!
However, Freiburg soon shattered his imagination.

Gabriel Gallus's nimble form helped him get past Tion and Nils Derling stepped up immediately.The top of the penalty area is a high-risk area, and he must not be allowed to hit the goal.

Gabriel Gallus had no choice but to smash the ball and dribble laterally. Schwab inserted from the wing and received his teammate.

The Italian Baldo Di Gregorio didn't notice the space behind him, and wanted to drop back to defend in a panic. Schwab had already passed the ball.

The tall Cameroonian Mohamedou Idrisu in the center of Freiburg overwhelmed Marcus, and the poor little guy was crushed to the ground again.

This time the Cameroonian did not miss the chance, Lenz had no time to save, so even Casillas could not defend such a close-range header.

After the goal, the Cameroonian flipped continuously, and Caesar was amazed to see it.

No matter how tall this African is, he can do somersaults.

Uke had to stand up before his butt was hot. Freiburg really refused to let them score points comfortably.

After the goal, Freiburg became more and more excited. These players originally liked to attack, but they flinched and launched a quick counterattack in order to score points. In fact, everyone is an offensive madman in their bones.

Now that the score was leading, the head coach allowed them to attack recklessly. For a while, Red and White Allen tasted a taste that no other team had tasted.

Freiburg was beaten by the defensive counterattack.

Red and White Allen, who was scored, was a little flustered. This script is wrong. We agreed to stabilize the situation, depending on the situation.

As a result, the opponent scored a goal as soon as he came up, completely disrupting the situation.

Is it time to attack, or defend?
The key problem is that the attack can't go up. Freiburg's attack is so fierce now, and their position is unstable. Do you still want to sneak attack others?

Under such circumstances, even the big cross went back to participate in the defense, leaving Caesar alone in the frontcourt.

Another cross from the wing, this time the Cameroonian's header was saved by Lenz.

Tion launched a counterattack, but the Caesar ball failed to stop, was intercepted by the opponent, and launched an offensive again.

"Damn! Can you play football?" Sarah stomped her feet angrily. At this moment, Red and White Allen's defense was like duckweed in the wind and rain, not reliable at all.

"Hey, it's finally interesting." Hrubesch nestled in the stands, "I don't expect Freiburg to score another goal in less than five minutes."

"What should we do now? Is Freiburg so strong?" Jimmy Kohler shook his clothes, and the wind poured in from the burnt hole, making it very cold.

"You ask me, how do I know!" The white fat man Hamit was also very nervous. Just now Gabriel Gallus's shot hit Marcus, and he rolled unsteadily in the opposite direction. Lenz had already made a save.

If it wasn't for Shafrath's slapstick rush, the goal would definitely have been scored.

"Now we can only pray that Luther will perform exceptionally well. Only by counterattacking and creating some threats can he reduce the pressure on the defense line a little bit." Boss Kugel said so. Although Sarah didn't want to admit it, it was the fact.

Now Red and White Allen can only pin his hopes on Caesar.

Before the words fell, the opportunity came.

Royce tangled with the opposing player as hard as he could, the ball rolled out between the pair and Martin Stahlberg kicked wide, where Caesar was waiting.

"Oh?" Hamit the fat white man stood up, Hrubesch tilted his head, that little guy seemed to be very fast, but you were the only one in the frontcourt, what should you do?

Caesar's answer is yes.

Pass it to yourself three seconds later, and then, let's run the race!
(End of this chapter)